last night in my house
a bat! A batbatbatbat
Eeeek! Aarrgghhh! Batbatbat.
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last night in my house
a bat! A batbatbatbat
Eeeek! Aarrgghhh! Batbatbat.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
I love it! Loveitloveitloveit! (And this once happened to me too).
Thanks. It is certainly one of my most heartfelt and in-the-moment poems!
I understand. Me, too, in our bedroom. I hid under the covers.
Oh, the bedroom! I think I’d have to move to a sealed hotel room, possibly forever.